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I squirm again, still trying to find a comfortable position. I’m going to pay for this in the morning.

Ava settles into my bed and switches off the light. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

Silence descends for long minutes, broken only by the sound of our breathing.

“Truth or dare?” she whispers, her soft voice shattering the quiet.

“Truth,” I answer without hesitation.

“Coward. Hmm... What’s your biggest regret?”

Fuck. My biggest regret is Ava.

Not the marriage, but the contract and my cruel plan todismantle her company and push her out, defeated and penniless.

The plan I no longer intend to carry out and that she’ll never find out about.

“Umm... Okay, dare then, so you don’t call me a coward,” I say, grabbing hold of the lifeline she threw me to change my mind.

She shifts on the bed, and her head pops over the side, peering down at me with a smile.

I lace my fingers behind my head, getting comfortable.

“I dare you to show me the most embarrassing picture on your phone,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“That’s it? That’s all? I was expecting something terrible.” I sit up and reach for my phone on the nightstand. I scroll through the photos.

“Oh no,” I mutter when I reach what is undoubtedly my most humiliating picture.

“Let me see.” She holds out her hand, making a grabbing motion.

“Too late to go back to truth?” I hide the screen against my stomach.

“Give it.” She’s grinning now, stretching her arm down toward me.

I pretend I’m going to hand her the device, but the moment her fingers brush it, I yank it back. She grips tighter, refusing to let go, and I pull harder.

She shrieks as she topples off the bed, landing on top of me.

“Fuck,” I curse as she hits me with her full weight. She may be tiny, but the impact still hurts.

“Oh, did I hurt you?” she sing-songs in a tone that doesn’t sound apologetic at all.

“Get off.” I try to shove her off me, my cock already taking notice of the situation and stirring to life.

“Give me the picture.” She tries to sit up but we’re both still clutching the phone, neither of us willing to release it. She grapples with me, and I tug harder, her lips mere inches from mine.

Our eyes meet, both of us panting now. She smiles, slow and wicked.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

My cock hardens, straining against my underwear, and I know she can feel it pressing into her.

Her eyes widen, and she rocks, rubbing herself against me.

“Fuck...” I groan.